Chapter 1112
Chapter 1112:
“His Majesty has already dispatched people to the werewolf forest to investigate the escape of the white wolves. As of now, Marehelm is completely surrounded, and no one is allowed to leave except the three of you,” the messenger replied.
“What?” Bryan asked, disbelief etched on his face.
Jett and the others didn’t look any better; all bore worried expressions.
The atmosphere grew tense as my mind churned in turmoil.
Suddenly, the messenger’s gaze shifted to me.
His eyes narrowed as he stared at me for a long moment.
Finally, he said, “Who are you? I saw how close you are with the three princes. Your identity is suspicious, and I will have you escorted to His Majesty for interrogation.”
It felt as though a hand squeezed my heart hard. Panicking, I stepped back.
Alden immediately stepped forward and positioned himself defensively in front of me.
“Alden…” I muttered, tugging at his sleeve.
Alden ignored my silent plea. “Touch her, and I’ll get rough with you,” he said angrily.
The messenger seemed momentarily stunned by Alden’s reaction. However, he quickly regained his composure and let out a cold laugh.
“Who are you to interfere in royal matters?” the messenger asked disdainfully.
This question seemed to enrage Alden even more, and he retorted, “Who I am is none of your business!”
Faster than the eye could follow, Alden charged forward and punched the messenger hard in the face.
The messenger staggered back from the force of the blow, a thin line of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He appeared shocked by what had just happened. When he finally regained his senses, his face twisted with wild anger. “How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you have any idea who I am?”
𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝒈𝓐𝗅𝓃𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝓬𝓪𝓶
In that moment, Alden delivered a swift kick to the messenger’s stomach, sending him sprawling to the floor. “I don’t care who you are. I will kill anyone who touches her!”
Makenna’s POV:
Alden’s sudden outburst shattered the stillness of the room like glass beneath a hammer.
Chaos erupted. The messenger’s guards surged forward in a vicious wave, blades drawn, launching a merciless assault on the three princes.
Steel rang out, echoing through the chamber. Swords clashed, sparks flew—violence blooming in every corner like wildfire.
I stood frozen at the edge of it all, my heart pounding against my ribs. Bryan and Dominic were swallowed up in a sea of armored bodies, their swords flashing as they fought back. Clayton had been forced into a corner, fending off attackers with grim precision. Alden, meanwhile, had been slammed to the floor, held down by two guards, outnumbered.
I instinctively moved to help, but Jett stepped in front of me, shielding me with his body.
Then, just when the scene seemed like it might tip past the point of no return, the grand doors to the living room slammed open. Amon burst in with a squad of soldiers at his heels, his voice thundering across the chaos.
“Stop! Who dares raise a hand against the Lycan princes?”
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